Spicy Hot
Kassian Léon
Dawn is a blade of grey light cutting through the darkness, slipping between the curtains to shatter against her bare shoulder. I watch her. That's all I do. For how long now? An hour? Two? Sleep has fled me like a coward, leaving me alone with the sound of her breathing, the weight of her head on my chest, the warmth of her skin against mine.
She sleeps. Deeply. Her lips are slightly parted, her lashes form two perfect crescents on her cheeks, her hair is a dark mess on the white pillow. She is beautiful. With a beauty that hurts, that tightens the throat, that burns behind the eyes.